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Stroller Bandits

Today, as Chris and I were walking back from the office we came across an overturned stroller on the side of the path. All the wheels had been stripped off and we have to assume they took the sound system too since we couldn't find it. The moral of the story is: Don't let your stroller break down in the wrong part of town.

-DRC

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I came across the same phenomenon on numerous occasions in Malaga as well! Though the poor stripped strollers were usually burned out as well (as in black and crispy). I´m glad to see that you guys are back in Russia and doing well! Sarah Miller

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